Missing time. There was a five minute period this morning that I can't account for, unless it took five minutes to get socks from my aptly named "sock drawer". I was, of course, late for class.

Which was ok. Prof Fritzell spent the class period looking right at The Poet and I; combined, we answered all of his rhetorical questions.

Lunch was fun; I sat with Jinx and Rock Show Girl, and was soon joined by way too many girls. Normally I don't notice an uneven gender balance, but with ten girls at the same table I really had no idea what to do. We talked about rollercoasters or something. I forget. John McCain came up for the first time of many today.

The preregistration woes took up the rest of my day; I spent quite some time figuring out what to do, and I've got a rough outline for next year, nothing more. Prof Dintenfass, my advisor, will hopefully clear up some of my confusion today. Though I suspect he'll have me take less English classes and more of a 'mix'.

Dinner was originally conceived as a schedule-discussion session with Ann, but when others showed it was such an event that we couldn't help but talk about Adam Sandler and Jim Carrey the whole time. I got to bash The Majestic, which is always righteously entertaining. The review I linked to says it all.

Afterwards I went to Jonas's room and played video games against his roomate Andy, Jonas himself, and The Politician (whose real name is Bill; I saw tonight that he gets enough ribbing over his Republican politics). Also, Liar Liar was viewed.

But none of that is important, however entertaining.

#1. I found out that it's pretty certain I'll be rooming with Jonas next year: The Politician is taking on a Japanese student and his current roomate Andy is getting a single.

#2. Also, the part of my brain designed to correctly interpret the emotions of The Politician seems to have healed: I had no bizarre reactions to completely understandable statements.

#3. And most importantly, I went the whole night without hearing the word "percussion". I haven't hung out with guys who didn't talk about drumming for quite a while; brief discourses with The Mustacheless Man and The D.J excepted, of course.

That's enough. Later.